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Five was the ranking of the university in my preferred university list that I got into.

Four was the number of classes that we apparently were sharing.

Three was the amount of seconds it took for me to instantly dislike her, due to her laugh.

Two was the number of people that turned up to the University Film Society Movie Night.

One was the amount of drinks I had, the number of arguments about Tarantino we had, and the amount of times I left her kiss me before I said I wasn’t interested.

Zero was her interest in that opinion.